EXT. JOHN AND JAN'S MASTER BEDROOM DECK - SUNSET
John and Jan in rockers on deck with view to last light of day on handsome homes on big lots in rolling hills dotted with oak trees. sliding glass door to master bedroom behind them. OCCASIONAL CRICKET CHIRP throughout. They swirl and sip at the same time.
JAN: Have you told Kate?
JOHN: Tomorrow after we hear more.
Long pause.
JAN: Have you ever talked to Hunter about him?
JOHN (BEAT): Sort of. Briefly. And mostly listened. He'd had a couple drinks, brought it up out of the blue and dropped it just as abruptly. I thought to pursue but did not.
JAN: When was this?
JOHN: A few weeks before the wedding. You and Kate and Barb went to Sausalito.
JAN: I remember. You and Hunter went for a drive in the Boxster.
JOHN: We did.
JAN: To Bodega.
JOHN: Good memory.
JAN: Do you remember how he brought it up?
JOHN: He asked about my relationship with my dad.
JAN (TWO BEATS): I'm sorry, John, you told me this.
JOHN: I thought I might have.
JAN: You stopped at the shack for oysters
JOHN: Yep. Hunter drove down, I was driving back so he asked if I minded if he had a couple drinks.
JAN: You said he had a few margaritas.
JOHN: Four over the course of the hour I nursed my beer.
JAN: He told you about a dream he had but I don't remember the details.
JOHN: Neither do I other than something about a cattle drive river crossing and a cowboy across a fire from him. And the sadness in his eyes as he looked off into space after telling me the dream before suddenly gulping back his margarita, setting his glass heavily on the table, standing and excusing himself to the restroom and saying he was ready to go whenever I was. Halfway to the restroom he turns around, looks at me and nods. Says, John boy, sure as shucks, that's him.
Both startled when their PHONES RINGTONE The Beach Boys' Little Surfer Girl. They pick up and stare at the Tom and Hunter lemonade patio selfie Chloe took. They show each other the same photo, look at their phones as the sun disappears behind a hilltop.
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